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This story was in the beginning beta'd and pre-read by Savage Grace and is now edited by Letsjustdance, who gave me some ideas. Thank you girls.

The menace

Chapter 3

Jasper Whitlock POV

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… I smiled my best smile at my lovely wife ignoring her screaming emotions and I took off without waiting for an answer. I was going to Seattle where I had a means of transportation that would take me to my unknown safe place, where this treat in my arms was going to spend the last of her days.

Now:

I ran. I clutched my prey closer to me, well-covered by my jacket so that she wouldn't freeze to death, as I ran full speed. My mind had no thoughts beside what I was going to do to this tasty morsel. Her body were becoming more and more appealing to me as time passed. But her scent was also becoming more alluring by the minute.

Maybe I was getting hungry; come to think of it, it has been a week since I last fed. As usual it had been two deer, unsavory and bitter as all animals. Hardly satisfying, but it nourished my body. Sometimes it was hard to imagine an eternity of this.

Bitter blood for the rest of my long life. Fuck. Fuck and double fuck!

Especially for me, someone who loved so much the sweet, rich flavor of human blood and had been living on it for so long. One of the only times that I got closer to feeling blissful and really alive was when human blood was running down my throat, and then I felt complete, whole, warm and invincible. If only I could deal with their emotions when they died, if only those emotions didn't drag me under a wall of depression and misery.

I sighed, those were times long gone; before my life with the Cullen's. Times when I would hunt down a pretty woman - yes, the blood of a female is much sweeter and rich. I would take the human woman to my quarters in Maria's compound and sometimes I would order one of the female vampires that were reserved exclusively for the pleasure of the elite members of the coven to share my bed and meal for the night. It would be a wild night of blood, sex and fulfillment.

At least for me.

I felt my pants tighten from the memories that flooded my mind, making me groan and clutch the bundle in my arms tighter.

Fucking the female vampire while licking the blood of the human.

And fucking the human while drinking from her.

Being pleasured by the vampire while I sucked the human dry.

At first I tried to keep those humans alive for as long as possible so that I could have a clean source of blood and sex on hand in the compound, because there were times when I could not leave to hunt. But in those early days my vampiric instincts always ended up getting the best of me, and the girls only lasted one or two days.

The unmated females that were not reserved for the elite in Maria's army were very promiscuous to say the least- not that they had a choice in the matter- and I didn't like very much to share the pussy's I was fucking with the other male vampires in that army. I liked the women who shared my bed then to be only mine for as long as they held my interest, so I often found myself with a human girl on tow and rejecting even the most beautiful vampires.

With time I become a master in keeping my human women alive for months. I began to enjoy my games with them. It eventually got to the point that it became my favorite hobby and the much needed distraction in my life when things were hard.

I thrived in the ownership and the power I had over my women back then. Hell, I thrived in the power I held over everything. Not even Maria dared to cross me. I would often parade my women naked around the complex to show all my dominance and power. My tattoo burned on the soft skin of their left breast; they too were proud of belonging to me, El Comandante. As long as they shared my bed and I had interest in them they were untouchable by the lower ranks and had anything that they desired. They would do anything I asked of them; pleasure me in public - no matter where or how - pleasure others for me to watch or to help me achieve any goal that I wanted.

I used them to show my status as alpha, as the leader; assuring Maria's jealousy also and in turn my leverage over her. She couldn't think straight when she was drowning in jealousy of me and allowed me to be the shadow puppet master. I lived to make war and to make those humans surrender to me, to become completely mine: body and soul.

If they were pretty and good in bed and I was already tired of them, I would change some of them and ask them what they wanted to do; stay in Maria's army and fight or go out in the world. To the really exceptional ones, both in beauty and intelligence, I offered them the chance of going to the Volturi or to the Romanian coven. They were always happy to receive the women I send them. They had already been trained to obey and to pleasure, and my teachings and training were forceful enough to stay ingrained in their minds throughout their change.

I had an exciting life back then, after all I was the alpha in that army, and not even Maria dared to fuck with me after I killed Nettie and Lucy, her sisters. But that was in the past, before I became too depressed to enjoy my life, before I left, before I joined a nomadic life, and the Cullen's and their vegetarian ways.

I left my travel down memory lane, looking around and assessing my localization. Thirty more minutes and I would reach Seattle. Again I looked at the menace in my arms.

Maybe…just maybe she could reawaken my old fantasy for some days, she had a nice body…she was obviously is a virgin…she was going to die anyway…no…I might get away with the girl's death, but not by making her fulfill my cravings. I didn't want to lose my connection to the Cullen's yet. But if it happened, I couldn't feel myself upset for the first time in my life.

You have enough money stashed, unknown to them to last you two life times and that if you live like a fucking Onassis. You won't be poor ever again, my inner voice told me.

Sometimes when I was alone, really alone, I wondered if I had made the right choice in joining this coven. Sure I was comfortable, had all things that money could buy, and a strong coven to stand with me if trouble came, but all of that had been paid by the taming of the true me. Of my true nature.

I, Jasper Whitlock was the victim of my comfortable life. I sacrificed him to the tame Jasper Hale but in the end he was the only thing I have left, besides money. My soul was lost; my humanity too; my heart burned in the fires of the change 170 years ago, leaving in its place a black piece of coal and with it went my feelings. I didn't believe in either in Heaven or Hell, or the mating shit.

I lived a life that is the laughing stock of every vampire on this earth. Really, a warrior like me going to High School? Could you be more pathetic than this? Eating animals, denying every instinct and being always hungry, always unsatisfied?

My cravings were still here, still alive, still unfulfilled.

Damn, this girl was more dangerous than I thought. Just by having this menace in my arms I was beginning to question my life of more than fifty years. She had to be terminated; crushed like a cockroach. But first she would suffer for this. For making me crave what was forbidden to me, all over again. For making me want my life and my name back.

No… it would do no good to me to dwell on these thoughts and cravings of the past, these thoughts were dangerous, they could make me lose my fake but comfortable life, they could make me lose myself again.

My discussion with Alice was long gone from my mind. She would forgive me once I got back; she always did, she knew of my weaknesses, of all the wrongs and rights of my past. And she always forgave me. A little groveling, a diamond or two, another honeymoon and some shopping and she would come back. If she didn't…well…

I got to Seattle within the time I had predicted. It was not difficult to find the nice black Humvee that I kept in a garage in case of an emergency. Well, this can be called that, I chuckled to myself. Right now I was grateful to Peter for convincing me to buy it and hid it from the Cullen's.

Carefully I laid my prey on the front seat, tying her down with the seat belt. I took a minute to check her vital signs. Pulse strong and steady; breathing steady: heartbeat strong. Her head wound had stopped bleeding and I took my tongue to her forehead to clean and seal it as best as I could, taking advantage of the fact that the blood was still wet from the rain. It was sweet and fragrant. Her blood made the craving resurface; stirring my insides, and I wanted to growl, and fuck and kill and forget my current life. But I reined the beast; I did not want a quick meal.

I still was unsure of what I wanted to do to her, but it did not include a quick death.

After I took care of her I hit the road, I put the heating on max to warm her already freezing body and clothes. It was the best thing to do, lest she dies on me from exposure. Well, I don't like my food cold; I like it at 37C, warm and sweet, I rationalized to myself.

I took the desert road at full speed, just as I liked it. The storm was raging and no one was outside, but the police and emergency forces were busy with other things.

My destination was a secluded rustic cabin that I owned in Oregon dating from my times as a nomad, near the border of California. Peter and I had bought the piece of land where it stood and we had built in the log cabin. It was secluded, placed in what was now a state park almost deserted in winter time. It was the ideal place to take my kill.

The cabin was unknown to both Alice and the Cullen's who had never set a foot in it. They were not too keen to rustic places and rustic way of living. I, on the other hand liked it from time to time, to kind of go back to my roots. Peter and charlotte also used it from time to time as it provided a good and safe getaway. I had taken care of it throughout the decades. I had even built in the basement a playroom that could rival any I had ever seen in my life, and before I had met Alice, I had used it to satisfy my needs.

It would take us a few hours to get there and I would have to stop on the way to get provisions for the human. I also would need to find a pharmacy and buy all I needed to tend to the girl if I was to keep her for a few days and play with her, especially if my games with her involved blood loss. Fortunately for her I knew just what to buy and how. I was thankful now that I had stashed a duffel bag inside the car filled with money, since my cards were traceable and I really did not wanted company or to be left with nothing. I had come to realize that all the perks of being a Cullen came also with the obligation of good behavior and respect for the family's policies as ideas. And here I was literally biting the hand that had fed me. I was sure that sooner or later this transgression of mine would cut me off of the money machine.

Peter had my back. I knew that he would take care of the accounts, as soon as he had information that something was wrong. The man was a wiz with computers and hacking.

I put on my new Garth Brooks CD and let the music sooth my beast. I avoided making decisions concerning what I was going to do with the human, or where I was going and pushed the car to its limit through the heavy rain.

I could not wait to be alone with her in the dark and show her how we, southern vampires deal with menaces to our safety.